Take me out to the ball game...
posted on 08/24/2007
I am so proud of my little girl. She sat through an entire Mud Hens game last night in 90+ degree heat and humidity so intense even G.Pa's hair would have curled. It was brutal. But Grandma and Papa were there...and that makes for a very happy Ella. It didn't hurt that Grandma was rubbing the ice pack from my bottle bag up and down Ella's back to cool her off!
But...that is not why I am proud of her. Here's why: She actually enjoyed the atmosphere of the ballpark. I will be honest and say that before Ella was born, I dreamed of taking our kids to the ballpark in the summer. Sitting them on my lap and teaching them the difference between a knuckle ball and a slider. Watching them marvel as a home run is lifted out of the playing field. It was a nice dream. And with a Daddy who works for a minor league baseball team, with 72 home games a year...a pretty realistic dream for us.
However, after Ella was born last summer, I recall one afternoon soon after we returned home from the hospital. It was the first time I realized that she would never see the difference between a knuckle ball and a slider. Never witness a home run sail over the fence in center field. I ached at the death of my dream.
How could she ever fully enjoy a Mud Hens game?
How boring being at a ballpark when you cannot see anything. My heart broke a little that day...and I was sad.
Little did I know that Ella was just waiting to teach me a few things about enjoying a Mud Hens game. She sat on Grandma's lap last night, bopping up and down to music that I did not even realize was booming out of a speaker right above us. I was too busy people watching, hoping no one saw how badly I was sweating from the heat. I was not even enjoying the game. Yet, there sat Ella. Totally in the moment. Clapping her hands and laughing along with all of the fun sounds. FULLY ENJOYING HERSELF.
Ella will never see one single strikeout.
Never witness a player stealing a base.
Yet she hears the crack of the bat...feels the excitement of the crowd after a big out...smells the hot dogs and the popcorn. I choked back tears as I realized that my dream was still very alive. Just in a different way. Ella's way. She will live a full, abundant life. It might not be the life in my dream. But it will be so much more wonderful than I ever imagined.